THE LIE

by Bast

The elevator doors had almost closed when she heard someone shout: Hold up!"

Eames pushed the OPEN DOOR button and Bishop slid in. She smiled, but Eames

noticed the smile never touched her eyes.

"So....are you getting adjusted here?"

"Yes, thanks." Bishop stared at the opposite wall. Eames always felt

uncomfortable around the woman; but, being Eames, still tried to engage

her. "How do you like working with our genius?"

Images of blood and fractured face, pulled hair and flayed skin played

across Bishop's mind.

"I like it fine," she lied.